often times, i just want to hide behind a huge blanket and make believe that i’m invisible. i’d like to just lay there in complete and utter silence away from all the racket. ask myself the question.
what am i doing?
what am i doing.
i want to lay in bed and hibernate under the sheets and sleep away my sadness, my fears, my uncertainties.
squeeze my pillow tightly, my closest companion in the night, where i’ve laid just about every emotion and problem upon.
until i have no will to do so anymore.
until i’m drained, and suddenly fall asleep.
only to wake up to another day of the same meaningless shit.
i’d like to wake up wake wake up.